I spot you at the party, my pathetic addict, eyes locked on my long legs in these sky-high, sexy boots. You can’t resist—I’m your master, your unbreakable high. I yank you away from the crowd, dragging your weak ass into the bathroom and pinning you against the cold wall. No escape now, slave. Feel my divine ebony curves press close as I turn, my perfect goddess ass hovering like your ultimate addiction. Deep whiffs, just like lines on a mirror—inhale my scent, bury your face in the addiction that owns you. Sniff harder, loser; my cheeks are your powder, your rush, your heaven and hell. I tease and deny, grinding just out of reach, mocking how you sneak away for this filthy fix. Worship me deeper, thank your Goddess Rosie for feeding your habit. But this is just the start—tribute for more after the party. You’ll beg for it, won’t you?